Warning for discipline and stupid Puck decisions. Ouch. This was written as a PWP for co-writer and fellow Glambert flinchflower. -amy


The wee hours of the morning greeted Puck's eyes as he pushed himself out of bed, pulling on his boxers. He looked down at Adam's sleeping form and smiled, remembering the activities of the past night, and cracked his back in satisfaction. Fucking awesome.

He padded out of the bedroom to the sitting area, where the fire was nearly out. The vista of the city spread out around them, outside their window, and for a moment he just stood there, watching the beautiful Santa Fe skyline at 3am.

Then his stomach rumbled. He went looking for his jeans and found Adam's keycard, and by the time he'd pulled on his sweater, he'd formulated a plan. Adam had said no adventuring out of the room alone, without him, but he figured it was the middle of the night. What would it matter?

He took the elevator down to the second floor, where the bar opened onto escalators and vaulted ceilings. Puck's fake ID was convincing enough for 3AM, and he sat nursing a beer and a basket of fries - until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing down here?"

Tommy was small, but he hauled Puck's ass back upstairs with no effort whatsoever. "I was hungry," Puck protested. "Come on, man. I wasn't hurting anybody -"

"And do you think the press ever sleeps? Jesus Christ, kid, do you even think?" He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "God. Come on. Adam's not going to be happy."

"Do you - do you have to wake him up?" Puck felt his insides go cold, but Tommy nodded grimly, and he followed without further comment, head hanging to his chest. I'm fucked.

Tommy was right; Adam wasn't happy. He woke to Tommy's severe knock, stumbling out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and let both of them into his room, switching on the light. When he saw Puck, and Tommy, and their respective expressions, he stopped, and gave Puck a look of such reproach that Puck felt like crying right there. As though he'd let me skip the punishment, he thought, shaking his head.

"Guess who decided to order a beer down in the bar?" said Tommy, crossing his arms.

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Noah," he began.

"I was hungry, okay?" Puck interrupted. "What's the big deal? Nobody saw me. I was the only one there."

"That's beside the point," said Tommy, but Adam stopped him with one hand.

"What did I say?" Adam said quietly. Puck flinched and stared at the floor, muttering. "Would you kindly speak up? My old man's ears can't hear so well."

"You said to stay in the room," he said, louder.

Adam glanced at Tommy, who was looking mollified. "Thanks," he said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Get some more sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"'Night," said Tommy, glaring at Puck. "Don't stay up too late."

"Oh, I won't," said Adam lightly. "We just have a little business to take care of."

The door fell heavily behind Tommy with an ominous click, and they were alone. "Adam -" Puck tried.

"Take your jeans off," said Adam. "And the shorts. On the bed, now."

Puck moved as quickly as he could, not really understanding why he might want to accelerate the time between now and the inevitable, but - there he was, bare-bottomed, kneeling on the bed. Waiting.

He felt Adam's hand stroking his skin, and heard him sigh. "Tell me what this is for."

"Because I was fucking hungry?" Puck snapped, and winced as the crack of Adam's hand made him flinch.

"Try again," he said quietly.

"Um. I - I shouldn't have gone downstairs. The press, they might have seen me -"

"Or the bartender might have noticed your fake ID, and you could have been thrown in jail?" Adam suggested. "Think that might have drawn a little attention, hmm?"

"Maybe," Puck admitted. "I'm sorry, Adam, I didn't think -"

Smack. "You'll say you're sorry when I'm done, and not before, Noah."

"O-okay, Adam," he said, wincing. "I'm - yes, Adam."

"That's it," he said. "Now take a deep breath."

He did, and before he could let it out, Adam's hand came down - only this time, it wasn't his hand.

"Owwww!" Puck raised his hands, trying to cover the white-hot sting, but Adam easily held his hands away. "What - what the fuck was that?"

"Cane," said Adam, following the first stripe with another of blazing heat. It was like a red-hot poker was being applied to the soft skin of his backside.

"Hey - that really - fuck," he swore, as the third stripe, and the fourth, lay crosswise to the first three, joined them. "Adam, please..."

"You can beg me," Adam agreed. "I probably won't listen, but you can try."

Puck lost control over his mouth with the sixth and seventh strikes, the whistling crack of the cane so much scarier now that he knew what kind of pain accompanied it. "I - Adam, I'll listen next time - please - I beg you, please, I understand -"

"I'm sure you will," Adam said, and laid another searing band of fire along his bare buttocks. Puck was choking out tears by now, but Adam didn't look like he was likely to stop any time soon, and as the hand came down a ninth and tenth time, he started to cry in earnest, the tears falling on the hotel bedspread.

When the blows stopped, it was like the sun had broken through the clouds, and Puck crawled over to Adam's lap, sobbing out his apology, which was barely intelligible. Adam stroked his head and whispered sweet words of comfort into his ear.

"You're okay," he said. "It's all right, No harm done. You won't forget this any time soon, though."

"No, s - no, Adam," he said, and Adam kissed him convincingly.

"Back to bed with you," he said, pulling the covers down. "You need sleep."

As they lay together, Puck the outside spoon to spare his scorching backside some unnecessary friction, Adam turned his head back and kissed him. "Next time, honey, don't risk it for beer - and for God's sake, especially not for MGD."